Sunday, May 4, 2014

Play By Play

Marco, the man with
the muscle hole, and I had had sex the night before. We repeated it all in the morning—on fast
forward. I left very satisfied. And I thought, sated. But, no…

As I was headed home
on I-75, I saw a sign for a small town which I remembered had a very busy
bookstore. While I had had hours of ass
play in the last 18 hours, I had barely sucked any cock at all. I had done no more with Marco than swab up
some of his copious pre-cum and tongue fuck it into his hole. I realized I wouldn’t mind sucking some
dick. Well, I told myself, only if the
parking lot has eight cars in it. No,
seven cars would insure a couple of guys would be in the arcade. I pulled into the parking lot. Okay, I decided, six cars are fine. I got out and went in to buy my five dollars
of tokens.

This arcade is set up
in pretty typical maze fashion. The oddity here is that none of the 12 or 14 booths
have doors. They have shower curtain
entrances. No locks here.

I walk through the dimly lit maze. I can hear voices. Four men of various ages, obviously the regulars,
are standing against the wall in the one spot where the pattern of cubicles
creates a wide spot. They are talking
about The View. Honestly. There is one silver haired Daddy in the group
who would be perfect for what I need. I
hope he follows me. I push past them,
turn another corner and go into the last cubicle. Its entrance is down a narrow corridor, and I
think it will give me a shade more privacy.
Not that it feels much like sex in here with the bantering of the
boys. I hear a “That looks like one for
you, Bill” and put my card into the machine.
I flick through the menu. All the
gay porn is condomed, so I settle for a particularly nasty James Deen working
over two big breasted women. I sit,
unbuckle and haul my semi-hard cock out.
I stroke.

It doesn’t take long before the plastic shower curtain is
pushed aside. I’m hoping for the silver
haired Daddy. But no. It’s the largest of the men I passed. He goggles at my cock.

“I sure would like to suck that,” he stage whispers.

I shrug. The booth is
crowded enough that there is no way he’s going to get on his knees unless I
stand up. I rise. He goes down.
His fleshy hand guides me into his mouth. Almost instantly the curtain is pushed aside
again. It’s the silver haired
Daddy. “He’s got it,” he announces to
the guys in the hall. “And it’s a
beauty.”

I smile at him rather sheepishly. I hear the guys move around the corner. One of them tries to push past the silver
haired Daddy for a glimpse, but the Daddy brusquely tells them there’s no room.

“He’s taking that whole thing in his mouth, he tells the men
in the corridor. “What do you have there, nine?

Ten?”

I don’t answer, I turn to try to connect with my sucker, but
he’s more concerned with his bottle of poppers.
He’s one of those who never puts the cap back on, as it has to be constantly
under his nostril.

“Bill, you like that cock?”
The man on his knees grunts. I
begin a face fuck motion. This is
instantly reported to the guys outside. “He’s
fucking Bill’s face with that big salami of his. Damn,” he says loud enough I think the
cashier will hear him. “Pull that thing
all the way out so I can see all of it.”

This last is to me. I
almost ignore him, but then consider that it pays to advertise. I pull it out, and hit Bill’s upturned lips
with my wet cock.

I do. I pull my cock
out of his mouth and pull it up so he can get my hairy sack into his mouth.

“I bet that feels good.
Those balls are big. They match
your cock.”

I turn briefly to the speaker, but he’s leaning out the
portal. “Bill can’t get ‘em both in his
mouth.”

This makes the unseen men snicker.

And I’ve had enough.
I tap the sucker on the shoulder and tell him I need a moment. He caps his poppers carefully and struggles
to his feet.

“Shows over,” intones silver Daddy. He moves out of the way to let the sucker
escape. I do up my pants. I exit the booth, squeezing by personal
broadcaster. He pats me on the ass. “You like to get fucked?”

I sigh and head for the exit.

*****

I didn’t make it out
the door. I stumbled on a new arrival,
who was actually there for sex. I had
his load down my throat before the boys caught on.

From My Side of the Sling

I have written and sent my sexual exploits to certain friends for years. With their encouragement, I have finally decided to post them for a wider audience. Everything in the stories is how it happened--with some names changed.